Thursday, November 29, 2012
My future toy
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
Robyn Kahukiwa
New Zealand Olympic medals
Friday, November 23, 2012
Thursday, November 15, 2012
50 word Manaiakalani Film Festival
The Manaiakalani film festival 2012 is when the schools around G.I make movies and show them to all the other Manaiakalani schools. The schools in the community watched the movies that they created at Hoyts on the Extreme screen. We only watched fifteen out of the best fifty movies.
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Alma a scary doll story
Skipping along the narrow streets of Paris went a girl named Alma - it was her birthday. Alma wrote her name on the whiteboard in the middle of the street, like all the young kids before her.
Suddenly she heard a loud creaking noise. It was a doll, but not any ordinary doll. It was a doll that looked just like Alma. She was amazed that it looked just like her, it was like glancing straight into a mirror. Alma wanted that doll. She tried to open the toy shop’s door but it was no use. She became frustrated and threw a snowball at the window. Just as Alma was going home the door creaked open.
Running in to the shop with excitement, Alma stopped and had a look around. Tiptoeing to the doll on a shelf, she knocked over a little boy on a bike. Alma picked the little boy up on the three wheeled bike the boy spun circles around Alma and he took off and smacked his head in to the door.
Looking for the doll Alma climbed onto a sofa leaning against a shelf filled with dolls. Searching around for the doll, she spotted sight of the doll and reached her arm out to grab the doll. Zapppppp! Alma couldn't move, she could just move her eyes. She had turned in to her doll. Then there were creaking sounds. Another young girls doll appeared.
Suddenly she heard a loud creaking noise. It was a doll, but not any ordinary doll. It was a doll that looked just like Alma. She was amazed that it looked just like her, it was like glancing straight into a mirror. Alma wanted that doll. She tried to open the toy shop’s door but it was no use. She became frustrated and threw a snowball at the window. Just as Alma was going home the door creaked open.
Running in to the shop with excitement, Alma stopped and had a look around. Tiptoeing to the doll on a shelf, she knocked over a little boy on a bike. Alma picked the little boy up on the three wheeled bike the boy spun circles around Alma and he took off and smacked his head in to the door.
Looking for the doll Alma climbed onto a sofa leaning against a shelf filled with dolls. Searching around for the doll, she spotted sight of the doll and reached her arm out to grab the doll. Zapppppp! Alma couldn't move, she could just move her eyes. She had turned in to her doll. Then there were creaking sounds. Another young girls doll appeared.
Friday, November 2, 2012
Charlie and the chocolate factory
Walking through the thick snow Charlie found one dollar in the gutter. It wasn’t often that Charlie and his family would have or find any money.
Charlie ran straight to the chocolate shop. Charlie cleared his throat to get the shop owner’s attention “I would like a bar of chocolate” Charlie said. The shop owner helped Charlie decide which Chocolate bar he would buy.
Charlie was so busy wolfing down a Wonka’s Scrumdiddlyumptious, that he forgot to pay. Upon realising, he handed the money to the shopkeeper.
Heading to the door Charlie had enough change to buy another chocolate bar. “I think I will buy a normal wonka bar for my grandpa Jo. He said.
“Did you know that the last golden ticket was a fake” said the man behind the counter. Charlie had a chance to get the golden ticket afterall. He ripped the first wrapper and slowly ripped the bottom wrapper. Charlie caught a glance of the golden ticket and quickly put the wrapper back over the ticket. He had a better look at the rare ticket. “The boy’s found it, the last golden ticket.” the crowd around the newspaper stand all jostled just to see the last ticket “Leave the boy alone” a man said “Go run home and don’t stop til you get there”.
Charlie ran straight to the chocolate shop. Charlie cleared his throat to get the shop owner’s attention “I would like a bar of chocolate” Charlie said. The shop owner helped Charlie decide which Chocolate bar he would buy.
Charlie was so busy wolfing down a Wonka’s Scrumdiddlyumptious, that he forgot to pay. Upon realising, he handed the money to the shopkeeper.
Heading to the door Charlie had enough change to buy another chocolate bar. “I think I will buy a normal wonka bar for my grandpa Jo. He said.
“Did you know that the last golden ticket was a fake” said the man behind the counter. Charlie had a chance to get the golden ticket afterall. He ripped the first wrapper and slowly ripped the bottom wrapper. Charlie caught a glance of the golden ticket and quickly put the wrapper back over the ticket. He had a better look at the rare ticket. “The boy’s found it, the last golden ticket.” the crowd around the newspaper stand all jostled just to see the last ticket “Leave the boy alone” a man said “Go run home and don’t stop til you get there”.
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